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towerofanimus2014-03-10 08:14 pm
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Log 030 | Tower of Jenova Phase #1
Characters: [OPEN TO ALL] Sephiroth via Tower of Jenova Phase #1
Setting: 10-22nd March, Starting in the Dormitory Levels, spreading around the Tower via those Infected
Format: Prose and/or Action, Mingle-style. Please put date and/or relevant locations in the subjects!
Summary: Sephiroth releases his will and manages to envelop the Dormitory Levels of the Tower, Side effects commence shortly after in certain individuals. Meanwhile, he begins to siphon energy into his very core. Feel free to use this post for plotting.
Warnings: Sickness, mutations, copious amounts of Geostigmatic black goop and generally bad feels including but not limited to homicide, suicide, hallucinations. Eventually.
It was now or never.
The Tower had ripped his soul, the very core of his being from it's rightful place and bound it indefinitely in wire frames and nano film. Since he had awoken here all those cycles ago, the proverbial dagger had been stabbed, twisted and turned in defiance of his self-control, in spite of his indomitable will, again and again. This was not his Destiny; to be played with as such a literal child's-toy with no regard whatsoever for his divine birthright. He had worked tirelessly since then, one way or another, to gain for himself the means by which he could flip this game in his favor. The boycott, the fluid research, the countless infiltration attempts and new vessels he had gone through - all culminated to this point.
His real powers were unlocked, and with them the game changing realization that whatever he could put his mind to in this new Realm wouldn't be as simple as all that. In the absence of even an atom of his particular, real genetic makeup Sephiroth discovered quickly that he could only ever cultivate his power -his will- to a certain point before, by the constraints of the Tower it would not go any further.
And so it had turned full circle, right back to the sore fact that there had only ever been one, real resolution.
Sephiroth needed out.
It was sometime late afternoon on 10th March, when Sephiroth decided to settle in his Dormitory to make that final, brutal push against his cage. Within only a few moments of well-practiced, meditative charged silence sat atop his bed Sephiroth's consciousness was released further into his core than he had ever let it sink before. His will only had one intent; to wrap around all of his power at once and expand it outwards away from him in one almighty push. There were a few attempts that rippled through the very fabric of his core as he teased more of this force against the barriers that had kept it contained for so long.
A sharp breath was taken and Sephiroth threw all of his consciousness into exuding itself through the bars, all in one go. His large black wing burst itself violently out of his right shoulder, but it didn't stop there. At it's fullest extension the black monstrosity shimmered before collapsing it's form smoothly into thick, inky black, shadowy tendrils which sped out from Sephiroth's form in every direction. They quickly wrapped themselves around everything in Sephiroth's direct vicinity and then -as he opened livid, glowing eyes to the room- sped away from him. Enveloping doorways, hallways, rooms and stairwells like a vast tidal wave of black ink.
The Dormitory levels were enveloped with this blackness within a matter of minutes and then quickly faded up, into the very fabric of the Tower. A held breath was broken as Sephiroth swooned heavily with his own energy release, a severe backlash of lethargy would see him disoriented for a while at least.
But it was worth it, he could feel it. This extension of himself around these floors of the Tower.
It pulsed with promise.
Setting: 10-22nd March, Starting in the Dormitory Levels, spreading around the Tower via those Infected
Format: Prose and/or Action, Mingle-style. Please put date and/or relevant locations in the subjects!
Summary: Sephiroth releases his will and manages to envelop the Dormitory Levels of the Tower, Side effects commence shortly after in certain individuals. Meanwhile, he begins to siphon energy into his very core. Feel free to use this post for plotting.
Warnings: Sickness, mutations, copious amounts of Geostigmatic black goop and generally bad feels including but not limited to homicide, suicide, hallucinations. Eventually.
It was now or never.
The Tower had ripped his soul, the very core of his being from it's rightful place and bound it indefinitely in wire frames and nano film. Since he had awoken here all those cycles ago, the proverbial dagger had been stabbed, twisted and turned in defiance of his self-control, in spite of his indomitable will, again and again. This was not his Destiny; to be played with as such a literal child's-toy with no regard whatsoever for his divine birthright. He had worked tirelessly since then, one way or another, to gain for himself the means by which he could flip this game in his favor. The boycott, the fluid research, the countless infiltration attempts and new vessels he had gone through - all culminated to this point.
His real powers were unlocked, and with them the game changing realization that whatever he could put his mind to in this new Realm wouldn't be as simple as all that. In the absence of even an atom of his particular, real genetic makeup Sephiroth discovered quickly that he could only ever cultivate his power -his will- to a certain point before, by the constraints of the Tower it would not go any further.
And so it had turned full circle, right back to the sore fact that there had only ever been one, real resolution.
Sephiroth needed out.
It was sometime late afternoon on 10th March, when Sephiroth decided to settle in his Dormitory to make that final, brutal push against his cage. Within only a few moments of well-practiced, meditative charged silence sat atop his bed Sephiroth's consciousness was released further into his core than he had ever let it sink before. His will only had one intent; to wrap around all of his power at once and expand it outwards away from him in one almighty push. There were a few attempts that rippled through the very fabric of his core as he teased more of this force against the barriers that had kept it contained for so long.
A sharp breath was taken and Sephiroth threw all of his consciousness into exuding itself through the bars, all in one go. His large black wing burst itself violently out of his right shoulder, but it didn't stop there. At it's fullest extension the black monstrosity shimmered before collapsing it's form smoothly into thick, inky black, shadowy tendrils which sped out from Sephiroth's form in every direction. They quickly wrapped themselves around everything in Sephiroth's direct vicinity and then -as he opened livid, glowing eyes to the room- sped away from him. Enveloping doorways, hallways, rooms and stairwells like a vast tidal wave of black ink.
The Dormitory levels were enveloped with this blackness within a matter of minutes and then quickly faded up, into the very fabric of the Tower. A held breath was broken as Sephiroth swooned heavily with his own energy release, a severe backlash of lethargy would see him disoriented for a while at least.
But it was worth it, he could feel it. This extension of himself around these floors of the Tower.
It pulsed with promise.
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Although, she did get it a little when Sephiroth's blow connected to her arm, sending the girl tumbling to the floor. She kept a grip on her sword though, and tried to lash out again.]
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Metal scraped on metal but Sephiroth's strength behind it only served to push Veronica back harder towards the floor. He followed with a step-kick to around about where her face would be, holding back on the power this time else it might well disconnect her head from her torso and he wasn't done yet.]
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There was a muffled crack as Veronica was jerked from her position on the floor, rolling on to her stomach from the force of the kick. Her attention fully diverted, she could only try to rise to her hands and knees, blood dripping to the floor from her now-broken nose.]
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Now isn't this far more fitting than the last time we engaged in combat-
[He leant some of his weight then on her back more, Masamune poised strongly, but away from them both - in his left hand only. Sephiroth verifies with a flick of his gaze that her sword isn't that far away and part of him hopes she might still reach it, this kill would be so easy otherwise it might not even be worth the effort.]
-don't you agree? Isn't this what you really deserve?
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...You changed yourself...
[It took a moment, but through whatever kind of energy she might have had left, Veronica pushed back against Sephiroth. She managed to once more struggle to her knees and looked at him from over her shoulder, her eyes shining with rage.]
...You made yourself stronger... by messing with us...
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Either way he doesn't comment as he's forced to step back by Veronica's energetic attempt to shrug him off. Suits him better at that range regardless, and he swings his sword back around into it's scorpion-sting like position. Eyes flicking all over Veronica while he decides which way he might like to approach his next attack. Or he'll wait for her and make her pay that way, the murderous notion feeling all the more right as the seconds tick by.]
Don't flatter yourself. There are bigger things to defeat.
[He follows with a smirk then, he can't really hide how grand it's going to feel - finally being free of all these shackles and lies.]
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[With some of her vigor returning, Veronica made her way to her feet, shaky from the loss of energy and nausea, and picked her sword up from the floor. She turned to face Sephiroth and regarded him with a fierce gaze.
His move first.]
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Sephiroth rushes forwards, almost too quickly to be seen. He strikes twice, long sweeping slashes to the main 'meat' or Veronica's form before seeming to teleport behind her and then some - to go for an impale from behind while she's still reeling from the first attacks.]
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Surprisingly, Veronica has enough mind to deflect the two slashes, spinning around to block the impalement with both of her drawn blades.
She holds it like that for a moment before deflecting the blow and trying to jab at his chest with a sword.]
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The sword is almost dodged, but for the slightest miscalculation on Sephiroth's part. It stabs into his side as he turned away, parting ribs and piercing flesh as it went. Sephiroth doesn't give her time to monopolize on this attack though.
He pulled firmly against Veronica's life-force in particular, so that he wasn't depleting his hard-generated reserves, to deliver him the power to telekinetically propel her and the sword away from him. The result naturally would be a worsening of Veronica's symptoms but - as the gaping hole in Sephiroth's side closed over, that would be his opportunity.]
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Once again, Veronica falls to her knees, doubling over and dry heaving as a massive wave of nausea hits her in full force. Some of the pustules on her arms rupturing with the focus the one-winged angel is giving her. She has to lean on a sword to keep from completely collapsing.]
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Then Sephiroth turns and advances mercilessly towards Veronica, empowered further only by the fact that she managed to injure him out of his own over-confidence.
The next attacks delivered are intended fully to be brutal. Masamune is a flurry of quick slashes and stabs at Veronica, and there are even a few kicks in his technique as he doesn't hold back any longer. He will end this one.
He knows that she might not come back in time, for his push for freedom that feels close but- some sacrifices have to be made.]
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She grits her teeth and brings her sword up for the assault only for it to be knocked form her hands with the first few strikes. Then she's barely able to acknowledge as she's stabbed and slashed and kicked with violent force.
By the end of it, the unfortunate bodyguard is laying against the wall in a pool of her own blood. Badly battered and bruised with multiple stab wounds, Veronica could only sit and feel as her life force slowly left her.
Focusing the last of her strength into a deathly glare at the swordsman, she finally slumped over and died.]
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He sweeps Masamune up and was just about to bring it down to enact the final blow- but a deep shudder stops him from doing so. Veronica's life force has already expired and, just as when there have been other deaths, his core has to adjust again to the surge of power. It causes him pause enough to appreciate, tilting his head back slightly and enjoying how the new energy finds it's place within his whole.
Masamune vanishes from his grip, as he steps back afterward and makes for the stairwell just as the units arrive to retrieve the corpse. He casts only a single glance back.]